Miracle Under The Mistletoe (The Foster Brothers #1) by Tracy Madison

Author:Tracy Madison [Madison, Tracy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary, Romance, Women's Fiction, Forever Love, Adult, Bachelor, Single Woman, Sensual, Hearts Desire, Foster Brothers, Series, Siblings, Trilogy, Portland, Oregon, Christmas, Holiday, Rekindle Love, Estrangement, Family Life, Heart-Wrenching Tragedy, Blissful Marriage, Marriage Reconciliation, Devastated, Renew, Healing Time, Emotional, Christmas Miracle, Second Chances, Separation
Publisher: Harlequin Special Edition
Published: 2011-11-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Her hair still smelled like coconuts instead of lilacs, and it still bugged the hell out of Grady. Obviously, this was beyond stupid and nonsensical. Asinine, even. Why should he care what scent of shampoo Olivia used to wash her hair? There weren’t any clear answers. And hell, even that bothered him. He hated when he couldn’t make sense of something. Almost as much as he hated not being able to fix something.

A lot of both going around lately. Especially where Olivia was concerned.

The woman in question was currently playing a game of UNO with his mom, dad and brother. She was smiling, laughing and apparently having a great time. Which was what he wanted, wasn’t it? Yes. But he’d hoped to be a part of that equation.

Kind of difficult when she’d avoided even standing in his general vicinity ever since their discussion—argument?—earlier. They sat next to each other for Thanksgiving dinner, but it was either that or create a fuss, which Olivia was unlikely to do in front of his family. Throughout the meal, she’d barely spoken to him. Everything she said had either started with “Pass the” or “You’re welcome.”

“You’re behaving like an imbecile.” Samantha smacked him on the knee to get his attention. They were sitting in the living room, supposedly watching a television program. “You and I both know she hasn’t stopped loving you. Your father was probably trying to wake her up. Or you. Or both.”

“Maybe.” Grady stood to add another log to the fire. When he returned to the couch, he said, “Probably. But that isn’t what’s bothering me.”

“Then what is?”

“She isn’t using the same shampoo,” he muttered. “And I’ve always taken care of her car, but she took it somewhere else to have the tires changed.”

“I see,” Samantha said, completely straight-faced. “Yes, both of those things should cause you great concern.”

“They are! And I can’t figure out why—” He stopped, looked at Samantha’s expression, and sighed. “Ah, I see. You’re showing your sarcastic wit, aren’t you?”

Samantha snorted. “What do you think? So what if she changed her shampoo? Maybe her stylist suggested it, or maybe she got a great deal, or maybe it was a gift, or maybe she felt like a change. Women do that. As to the car…I’m sure that was more about asserting her independence than anything else.” Scooting forward, Samantha picked up her glass of white wine. “So, what else you got?”

“She’s been telling me for months that she’s changed, that she isn’t the same woman I married. I’m starting to believe her.” Frustration pooled in every syllable. “You spend more time with her than I do. What do you think?”

“Like I said, you’re behaving like an imbecile.” Samantha gave him a look filled with pitied humor. “You’ve changed, too. Hey, guess what? I’ve changed since you two were married. Everyone in this house has.” She smacked his other knee. “It’s called life.”

“Right, and that’s what I thought she meant. But I don’t think so, Sammy.” He looked toward the dining room again to be sure Olivia was focused on the game.

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